Horror VII: The Ballad of Lissie Hope (2099)
Jan 22, 2020 1:21:53 GMT -5
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Post by Corey Bull on Jan 22, 2020 1:21:53 GMT -5
OFF CAMERA
The Warehouse in the Great Northwoods. Bull sits in a chair, three dolls facing him. A man in his 60’s is seen, consulting pictures and working on the dolls.
“How do you know your doing it right when you don’t have the heads on them?”
The man turns, a pair of glasses on his head made to amplify his vision. He lifts them and smiles.
“Mister Bull, I am an artist. I created each of these with my own hands. I know, because I know. I can guarantee that they will be accurate.”
“And the photos?”
“Very helpful. I know that obtaining these nudes had to be very difficult.”
Bull shrugs as he stands.
“Eh, I know a guy. So we are on schedule?”
“Yes, these will be ready within the next day.”
“Outstanding Joseph. Your usual payment will be in your account, times three.”
“Thank you sir. Your generosity has brought me great joy.”
The Warehouse in the Great Northwoods. Bull sits in a chair, three dolls facing him. A man in his 60’s is seen, consulting pictures and working on the dolls.
“How do you know your doing it right when you don’t have the heads on them?”
The man turns, a pair of glasses on his head made to amplify his vision. He lifts them and smiles.
“Mister Bull, I am an artist. I created each of these with my own hands. I know, because I know. I can guarantee that they will be accurate.”
“And the photos?”
“Very helpful. I know that obtaining these nudes had to be very difficult.”
Bull shrugs as he stands.
“Eh, I know a guy. So we are on schedule?”
“Yes, these will be ready within the next day.”
“Outstanding Joseph. Your usual payment will be in your account, times three.”
“Thank you sir. Your generosity has brought me great joy.”
"Yeah, cause looking at naked photos of hot chicks...while building exact life sized sex doll versions of them..isn't helping your wedding tackle rise to the occasion."
Bull walks over to the "shrine" He looks over it, the pictures, the dolls, and just shakes his head. Bull just shakes his head and walks out of the building, the cold air striking him like a knife edged chop. But he seems to not notice as he walks to a van parked near the entrance. A man steps out and meets Bull in the headlights. He seems to sniff a lot and wipe his nose with his hands.
“So they was good right?!”
“Yes, they have proven to be most useful.”
“Duders, I told ya. Stupid bitches putting shit like that on their phones and laptops. You show ya tits, and I can find it.”
Bull almost sounds bored.
“Yes, you are a genuine genius.”
“Hellz ya I am! So you got my money?”
“Of course.”
Bull reaches back as he steps forward, but it isn’t an envelope of money. It's a very large knife as he steps in close and gut shots the guy with the knife, his mask inches from the mans face. The sound of Bull doing pulling the knife out and doing it again and again. The man’s face is locked in a look of horror.
“Payment...in full...for a piece of shit like you.”
Bull lets the man drop to the ground, then walks around and shuts off the van. He walks over and kicks the body of the man.
“Hmm, bout a buck eighty. Not a problem to make you vanish.”
Bull turns to look at the van.
“Spare parts.”
Bull reaches down and drags the body to the van, tossing it in the side door and closing it up. Bull walks back to the Warehouse and enters, again stopping at the “shrine”.
“Well I guess I could tear this place down. You definitely served your purpose. Though I have to admit...it’s kind of interesting to see all this Lissie material in one spot.”
Bull is about to walk away when he turns and snaps his fingers.
“I got it! This can be a memorial to you Lissie. The woman...the “heerrrooo”. Pfft...the buffoon.”
Bull continues to shake his head as he walks over and sits down, the dolls being worked on still by Joseph. Only, one now has a head on it. And even from here, we can see that it is the likeness of Estrella. Bull turns his head to the Lissie Doll.
“See Lissie, your friends are all here. Maybe you won’t have to be alone this Sunday.”
“Bulls maniacal laughter echoes within the warehouse.
“This...this is going to be fun.”
ON CAMERA
**The Capitol One Arena, the home of Revolution 3 live on pay per view. But there are no crowds. No crews working on setting up a ring. No..the place is a ghost town. Except for the large frame of The Hatebringer Corey Bull. The monster sits in the upper deck, the “nosebleed” section, looking out over the empty landscape. The lights here are set low, Bull being only slightly illuminated by them. But the grinning death mask, well it’s smile is easy to see in the semi darkness.**
“Oh Lissie...wasn’t that fun. So close to what you really wanted...and yet so far. It’s like sitting in a restaurant waiting for your food and you can smell all the meals being delivered...but yours is still being made. So of course you do your best to just truck through the wait...but soon you get anxious and a little cranky. But you know all about that...don’t you Lissie.”
**Bull takes his feet off of the chair next to him and sits up...leaning into the camera**
“I get the feeling...that no matter what you say Lissie...that I do not have your FULL attention. After all I have done...the dolls...the shrine...appearances out of nowhere...the gifts...even the theft of your briefcase...you still just don’t get it. If you think this is about sex...then you are blind...blind to the truth and comfortable with your fantasy. And soon...even your fantasy is going to fail you. Because I am knocking at the door...the fantasy is starting to shake...and your world is about to take a drastic change for the worst. You only have one person to blame Lissie...and you look at her everyday when you look in the mirror.”
**Bull tilts his head**
“It has nothing to do with what you DIDN’T do Lissie...and everything to do with what you DID do.”
**Bull stands and starts to walk the row slowly**
“You asked me to do a favor for you. In return...my only request was a date. Simple and civil...and far less dangerous than a lot of the things I could have asked for. I didn’t want your money. Nor did I want your body as a payment. I didn’t even demand a match for ownership of the briefcase. I simply wanted a chance. That’s all. You didn’t even attempt to negotiate...so one could easily believe you were comfortable with the terms. And I waited there...all fucking night...just for a chance to take you out for dinner...to prove that I still had a semblance of humanity in me.”
**Bull stops, his hand on the seat white knuckled. He lifts his hand and continues to walk**
“I didn’t know what happened that night. You just never showed up with the case. I sat...I waited...and soon I just knew it wasn’t going to happen. I didn’t even think about what could have happened...I was just angry...furious..and hate filled. But I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt...so I finally went back and I watched what happened. And like all things Lissie...you didn’t look before you leapt. You just took faith that you were right...and that is how this all started. You couldn’t take my word...because Lissie Hope truly trusts no one. And that...Lissie...is the thing that pissed me off the most. Because I gave my word...something that I have NEVER broken. And you pissed on it like it meant nothing. You treated it like you treat everything...just another thing you can throw away...something that means nothing if Lissie can’t benefit from it.”
“And because of that...the walls fell down and hell unleashed itself within my mind. And any semblance of humanity I contained has been reworked into something...different...for now I am punishment.”
**Bull gazes to the sky, then laughs something cynical**
“You think that it has been hard...winning the title only to lose it a week later? You think it has been hard...being beaten and put on the shelf. Give me a break Lissie! You sucked the life out of that “injury”. You weren’t hurt...you were embarrassed and afraid. Embarrassed by your short title reign and afraid of what people would say about you. Afraid that standing in the light would show the world...what is broken about you. Embarrassed by what those people would think about what they would see. So you sat on the sidelines...got all that fan mail and get well cards. Celebrities wished you a speedy recovery...they even dribbled your name out on late night talk shows. But the whole time...the part that was broken...couldn’t be fixed. The part that was deep inside...eating at you...tearing at your very being. For all the uplifting comments...for all the hype...for all the fans...Lissie Hope...is a monster.”
**Bull finally sits down and leans on the barricade that separates the balcony from the rest of the arena seats**
“You were the chosen one...the new flavor on the block. And you wreaked havoc through the ranks. Little girls loved you...they smiled and waved when you walked to the ring. But like all things that Lissie Hope “cherishes”...YOU threw it all away. The Royal Family was your so called jumping point to the head of the class. Sure...on paper the four of you should have been an unstoppable force. But in reality...you were a clusterfuck of personalities that wanted to be the biggest ego in the room. And the straw that broke the camel's back? The All In briefcase.”
**Bull reaches down and lifts the All In briefcase and sets it where it can be seen clear as day**
“This little item right here...destroyed friendships and “sisterhood”. As soon as you took this off the hook...the Royal Family was thrown away like all things you “love”. Because there you were...the golden child once again! Little girls cheered you...women wanted to be you...and you reveled in it...just like the succubus you are. And then...you pinned Dandy and suddenly...the lights shone down from heaven and angels sang your praises. You had the title and the belt and suddenly you were untouchable. Until...someone BETTER then you came along and put you in your place...reminded you that you were not so good. Reminded you of the reality of Lissie Hope...that everything you touch seems to fall apart.”
**Bull leans back and puts his feet up**
“Now I have seen you take a beating Lissie. I have seen you seemingly out of the fight...just to find that extra something to get back in it. I don’t deny your ability to fight. I don’t deny your ability to win. I deny you...this image that you have created...this so called Hero. Because you are only a hero...when it is convenient for you Lissie...only when it suits you. That is the difference between us Lissie. It isn’t size or talent...strength or fan love. It is the fact that I do not hide what I am...or who I am. I am a monster...and so are you. You are just afraid of admitting that truth...of being that truth. Because no one will cheer you then...no one will be there to blow smoke up your ass about how your the greatest thing since sliced bread.”
**Bull takes off the match and his black, soulless eyes stare at the camera**
“Too bad Lissie. Too bad that you won’t get what you want at Revolution. Because your not climbing the impossible climb...your fighting a losing battle. You have lost...and we haven't even stepped into the ring that will be in this arena. This whole thing...everything I have done...has earned me a win...no matter the results of Revolution. Because the world will see the so called “hero” for what she really is. A monster..someone that will do the things that heroes don’t do...for her own benefit. Willing to sacrifice her friends...her loved ones...and her dignity. And the whole time she will preach about fighting the good fight...about being the one to represent women...about being the hero. But heroes don’t do what Lissie Hope does. Monsters do.”
“But don’t think for a second that is enough! It will NEVER be enough! I want to make you truly suffer...I want to make you feel real pain Lissie. I will break your body...I will break your mind...and then I will break your fucking will to be! So talk all you want about the fire you have...how your such a fucking hero. Make some fat jokes Lissie...talk about how all I want to do is fuck you...see how far any of that will get you. When we are in the ring with you...you won’t know where...you won’t know when...but you won’t be able to see what we are going to do...and we will be right there in front of you. That...Lissie...is how blind you are to what is going to happen. That...Hope...is how the hero falls. On Sunday...I snuff your fire out...for good! You think you know hate...you don’t know hate Lissie.”
“BUT YOU WILL….”
**Bull slides the mask on slowly, the camera fades to black**
“So they was good right?!”
“Yes, they have proven to be most useful.”
“Duders, I told ya. Stupid bitches putting shit like that on their phones and laptops. You show ya tits, and I can find it.”
Bull almost sounds bored.
“Yes, you are a genuine genius.”
“Hellz ya I am! So you got my money?”
“Of course.”
Bull reaches back as he steps forward, but it isn’t an envelope of money. It's a very large knife as he steps in close and gut shots the guy with the knife, his mask inches from the mans face. The sound of Bull doing pulling the knife out and doing it again and again. The man’s face is locked in a look of horror.
“Payment...in full...for a piece of shit like you.”
Bull lets the man drop to the ground, then walks around and shuts off the van. He walks over and kicks the body of the man.
“Hmm, bout a buck eighty. Not a problem to make you vanish.”
Bull turns to look at the van.
“Spare parts.”
Bull reaches down and drags the body to the van, tossing it in the side door and closing it up. Bull walks back to the Warehouse and enters, again stopping at the “shrine”.
“Well I guess I could tear this place down. You definitely served your purpose. Though I have to admit...it’s kind of interesting to see all this Lissie material in one spot.”
Bull is about to walk away when he turns and snaps his fingers.
“I got it! This can be a memorial to you Lissie. The woman...the “heerrrooo”. Pfft...the buffoon.”
Bull continues to shake his head as he walks over and sits down, the dolls being worked on still by Joseph. Only, one now has a head on it. And even from here, we can see that it is the likeness of Estrella. Bull turns his head to the Lissie Doll.
“See Lissie, your friends are all here. Maybe you won’t have to be alone this Sunday.”
“Bulls maniacal laughter echoes within the warehouse.
“This...this is going to be fun.”
ON CAMERA
**The Capitol One Arena, the home of Revolution 3 live on pay per view. But there are no crowds. No crews working on setting up a ring. No..the place is a ghost town. Except for the large frame of The Hatebringer Corey Bull. The monster sits in the upper deck, the “nosebleed” section, looking out over the empty landscape. The lights here are set low, Bull being only slightly illuminated by them. But the grinning death mask, well it’s smile is easy to see in the semi darkness.**
“Oh Lissie...wasn’t that fun. So close to what you really wanted...and yet so far. It’s like sitting in a restaurant waiting for your food and you can smell all the meals being delivered...but yours is still being made. So of course you do your best to just truck through the wait...but soon you get anxious and a little cranky. But you know all about that...don’t you Lissie.”
**Bull takes his feet off of the chair next to him and sits up...leaning into the camera**
“I get the feeling...that no matter what you say Lissie...that I do not have your FULL attention. After all I have done...the dolls...the shrine...appearances out of nowhere...the gifts...even the theft of your briefcase...you still just don’t get it. If you think this is about sex...then you are blind...blind to the truth and comfortable with your fantasy. And soon...even your fantasy is going to fail you. Because I am knocking at the door...the fantasy is starting to shake...and your world is about to take a drastic change for the worst. You only have one person to blame Lissie...and you look at her everyday when you look in the mirror.”
**Bull tilts his head**
“It has nothing to do with what you DIDN’T do Lissie...and everything to do with what you DID do.”
**Bull stands and starts to walk the row slowly**
“You asked me to do a favor for you. In return...my only request was a date. Simple and civil...and far less dangerous than a lot of the things I could have asked for. I didn’t want your money. Nor did I want your body as a payment. I didn’t even demand a match for ownership of the briefcase. I simply wanted a chance. That’s all. You didn’t even attempt to negotiate...so one could easily believe you were comfortable with the terms. And I waited there...all fucking night...just for a chance to take you out for dinner...to prove that I still had a semblance of humanity in me.”
**Bull stops, his hand on the seat white knuckled. He lifts his hand and continues to walk**
“I didn’t know what happened that night. You just never showed up with the case. I sat...I waited...and soon I just knew it wasn’t going to happen. I didn’t even think about what could have happened...I was just angry...furious..and hate filled. But I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt...so I finally went back and I watched what happened. And like all things Lissie...you didn’t look before you leapt. You just took faith that you were right...and that is how this all started. You couldn’t take my word...because Lissie Hope truly trusts no one. And that...Lissie...is the thing that pissed me off the most. Because I gave my word...something that I have NEVER broken. And you pissed on it like it meant nothing. You treated it like you treat everything...just another thing you can throw away...something that means nothing if Lissie can’t benefit from it.”
“And because of that...the walls fell down and hell unleashed itself within my mind. And any semblance of humanity I contained has been reworked into something...different...for now I am punishment.”
**Bull gazes to the sky, then laughs something cynical**
“You think that it has been hard...winning the title only to lose it a week later? You think it has been hard...being beaten and put on the shelf. Give me a break Lissie! You sucked the life out of that “injury”. You weren’t hurt...you were embarrassed and afraid. Embarrassed by your short title reign and afraid of what people would say about you. Afraid that standing in the light would show the world...what is broken about you. Embarrassed by what those people would think about what they would see. So you sat on the sidelines...got all that fan mail and get well cards. Celebrities wished you a speedy recovery...they even dribbled your name out on late night talk shows. But the whole time...the part that was broken...couldn’t be fixed. The part that was deep inside...eating at you...tearing at your very being. For all the uplifting comments...for all the hype...for all the fans...Lissie Hope...is a monster.”
**Bull finally sits down and leans on the barricade that separates the balcony from the rest of the arena seats**
“You were the chosen one...the new flavor on the block. And you wreaked havoc through the ranks. Little girls loved you...they smiled and waved when you walked to the ring. But like all things that Lissie Hope “cherishes”...YOU threw it all away. The Royal Family was your so called jumping point to the head of the class. Sure...on paper the four of you should have been an unstoppable force. But in reality...you were a clusterfuck of personalities that wanted to be the biggest ego in the room. And the straw that broke the camel's back? The All In briefcase.”
**Bull reaches down and lifts the All In briefcase and sets it where it can be seen clear as day**
“This little item right here...destroyed friendships and “sisterhood”. As soon as you took this off the hook...the Royal Family was thrown away like all things you “love”. Because there you were...the golden child once again! Little girls cheered you...women wanted to be you...and you reveled in it...just like the succubus you are. And then...you pinned Dandy and suddenly...the lights shone down from heaven and angels sang your praises. You had the title and the belt and suddenly you were untouchable. Until...someone BETTER then you came along and put you in your place...reminded you that you were not so good. Reminded you of the reality of Lissie Hope...that everything you touch seems to fall apart.”
**Bull leans back and puts his feet up**
“Now I have seen you take a beating Lissie. I have seen you seemingly out of the fight...just to find that extra something to get back in it. I don’t deny your ability to fight. I don’t deny your ability to win. I deny you...this image that you have created...this so called Hero. Because you are only a hero...when it is convenient for you Lissie...only when it suits you. That is the difference between us Lissie. It isn’t size or talent...strength or fan love. It is the fact that I do not hide what I am...or who I am. I am a monster...and so are you. You are just afraid of admitting that truth...of being that truth. Because no one will cheer you then...no one will be there to blow smoke up your ass about how your the greatest thing since sliced bread.”
**Bull takes off the match and his black, soulless eyes stare at the camera**
“Too bad Lissie. Too bad that you won’t get what you want at Revolution. Because your not climbing the impossible climb...your fighting a losing battle. You have lost...and we haven't even stepped into the ring that will be in this arena. This whole thing...everything I have done...has earned me a win...no matter the results of Revolution. Because the world will see the so called “hero” for what she really is. A monster..someone that will do the things that heroes don’t do...for her own benefit. Willing to sacrifice her friends...her loved ones...and her dignity. And the whole time she will preach about fighting the good fight...about being the one to represent women...about being the hero. But heroes don’t do what Lissie Hope does. Monsters do.”
“But don’t think for a second that is enough! It will NEVER be enough! I want to make you truly suffer...I want to make you feel real pain Lissie. I will break your body...I will break your mind...and then I will break your fucking will to be! So talk all you want about the fire you have...how your such a fucking hero. Make some fat jokes Lissie...talk about how all I want to do is fuck you...see how far any of that will get you. When we are in the ring with you...you won’t know where...you won’t know when...but you won’t be able to see what we are going to do...and we will be right there in front of you. That...Lissie...is how blind you are to what is going to happen. That...Hope...is how the hero falls. On Sunday...I snuff your fire out...for good! You think you know hate...you don’t know hate Lissie.”
“BUT YOU WILL….”
**Bull slides the mask on slowly, the camera fades to black**